On a road in Belgium a German officer met a boy leading a jackass and
addressed him in heavy jovial fashion as follows:
"That's a fine jackass you have, my son. What do you call it? Albert, I
bet!"
"Oh, no, officer," the boy replied quickly. "I think too highly of my
King."
The German scowled and returned:
"I hope you don't dare to call it William."
"Oh, no, officer. I think too highly of my jackass."